Magically Pronounced
Hyperion "Draco" Malfoy-At the feast
I watched my cousin get sorted into the most blithering idiotic house besides Hufflepuff. I personally had no hard feelings towards her- as my father had on the platform- but still. A Malfoy never got sorted into that house- it just wasn't done. She had smirked at me as she bounded over to the Gryffindor table, while tossing her hair at me. I took notice of her brown hair-which was noticeably not the norm blonde Malfoy trademark- covering her back as she turned to her house.
I got sorted into Slytherin obviously- where as a proper Malfoy- belonged. My cousin on the other hand, got put into that house. Maybe if she had gotten put in Slytherin, than we could have become acquaintances. I turned back to the few other first years who had gotten sorted into the great and noble house of Slytherin, and took note of who looked smart enough to befriend, and which to either show my dominance to or ignore completely. After all, if the my father's lord is to return, I must not make my family look worse than it already does.
Soon enough the sorting was done, and chatter began to fill the hall before that old loony headmaster got everyone's attention to begin the beginning of the year's feast. Within minutes of his odd speech, the house elves in the kitchen placed the food on the tables, and I watched in disgust as many people shoved in the food with no manners at all. I carefully grabbed some food for my plate, and properly ate my food as a normal person would.
I glared at my cousin as she talked to that weasel and Potter. Seven years of dealing with idiots. If anyone dares to cross my father, I will make sure that my father hears about this!
Equuleus Malfoy
I heard my wand go off as the tempus charm showed itself, and I pulled up out of bed. "Hermione," I whispered. She barely budged. I got up this time and waved my hand and a spout of water came out as I produced non-wandless magic. She jumped up frantically and I pointed to my wand.
"TIme to get our schedules! I squeaked. She threw a pillow at me.
"Not until you dry off my bed."
I used a drying charm and she finally looked a bit more awake. We both glanced at our roommates, Lavender, her friend, Mathia, and Rain, and shrugged our shoulders. They could get up on their own- after all- we were told last night by the ginger's brother to not be late-and which we wouldn't be. I picked up my clothes and went to the bathroom to get ready while Hermione got her stuff all together.
Twenty minutes later
I walked out of the bathroom, my hair combed out and not frizzy like it was when I woke up, and let Hermione into the bathroom. I went over to the desk in the corner and pulled out a parchment to write a letter to my mother. I dug into my bag for a pen and quickly began to scribble my letter that I would send that morning.
Dear Mom,
I got sorted into Gryffindor, unlike your Hufflepuff, but I hope it satisfies you. I was pissed that Uncle Lucius said all which he said to you, and I hope that this makes him more angry than he was. Hyperion got sorted into Slytherin of course.
I made a friend already (of course you probably thought I would have no trouble), and her name is Hermione. I also sat on the train with Harry Potter, and this wannabe named Ron Weasley. A ginger, he is for sure- and I believe he might suck my soul like those weird dementor things. (A/N: No hate against Gingers) Just kidding Mom, I'm serious though. Once Harry Potter was on the train in our compartment, he was all sucking up to him and stuff, crazy if you ask me- which you didn't ask. Hee hee.
Hermione has a brother that got sorted into Ravenclaw. His name is Lucas Granger. He seems pretty smart kid. Though I am pretty positive it has to do with Hermione being brilliant. She did mention after I accidently did wandless magic that her brother felt drained when he did some wandless magic too. Which is weird cause I thought you told me not many first years could do that.. So I wonder why there are two of us that can.
Plus the blood thing has gotten worse.
Love,
Little Foal
I finished my letter and sealed it. I put the Malfoy sigma on it, and held on to it as I waited for Hermione to walk out of the bathroom. When she did walk out, her hair was a complete fuzz ball!
I walked up to her and picked up my potion for my hair along the way. I grabbed her arm and pulled her back into the bathroom and sat her on the toilet.
"This is what your hair needs Hermione. My mom makes it especially for hair types like ours. Don't bother buying potions, my mom can make them for free," I said smiling giddily as I normally do at six thirty in the morning.
I smothered her hair with the potion, and well-la. Her hair was beautiful. It curled down her back like it should have in the first place. Honey mixed with brown gleamed as it shimmered with the potion. "Let's go downstairs and get some food before everyone decides that school is significantly important." She nodded and we made our way down stairs.
